He was thrown into the desert inexplicably, or he chose this place by himself. This is home, this is not home, and there is no difference in the end. For others and for yourself, you have to dig sand every day. To dig sand to live or to live to dig sand? Realizing the emptiness of life, there is no point in running away. Who is better to escape by any means or to dig sand in accordance with fate? The prospects for both are equally bleak. What is the meaning of existence?
money, live for it? Or have it come to life.
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